Sunday, April 06, 2014

He Sends Flies to Wounds He Should Heal

Noon. A sound of a rusty acoustic guitar from Kansas. April's sun tinkle the skin of the forehead, and the hairs, from between the leaves of an acacia. The polarized sun glasses help you to look at the tree of ... life? and remember that film director... of Tree of Life, and that other new film about a French woman coming to the US and falling in love with a monk. A priest. You don't know the difference between a monk and a priest. You don't care much. Yesterday you saw a debate downloaded via the youtube between Tony Blair and somebody called Christopher H??? itcher?? . Wait I will google it.

I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Christopher Hitchens. The google said that. The google don't lie. The google is real. Virtually real? Drop it. .... .... Look at the chair next to you. It is empty. What do you dreaming of these days? You cannot remember? I dreamed one past night of some friends and some family members sending messages via the facebook. Notifications. I decided to decrease my facebook use. Thinking about the validity of relations via facebook. Or the addiction of facebook. Or at least abuse. Now drop this down the flush. (don't know exactly what that might be).

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

Flies are doing some acrobats around you while you are waiting for the tea to get colder a little. Lord of the flies. You are the lord of the flies. Why don't you open your mouth a little? Aren't you sleepy? Then why you don't yawn? That would be beautiful. Tea alone, without "biscuit" is not so... Don't you see?
جتي الطيارة تمشي....

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

The fade tea is so sweet. Much sugared. Oversugared. Hypersugarded. Polysacharidized. Almost Honey-flavored. Mind if I melt a fly in it? DROP IT!!

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)

Your best quote from "Tree of Life" movie is: "He sends flies to wounds that he should heal."

Dust in the Wind is a song by Kansas and that is all you can write while listening to it.
The Director that I forgot his name is Terrence Malick
The other film of Terrence Malick I talked about is: To the Wonder